hard at work to afford life’s bless what is the time worth we drink with the stress we smoke with relief we pray with belief we die in this grief greet death with everyone time is matter in deadbeats our soul perhaps is forever in debt with heartbeats
My window of tolerance is more like a peep hole. My comfort zone has gone to hell. They say, fight or flight; I tend to freeze. I miss the easy days of youth, when everything was green and serene. The cicadas and bobwhites sang me to sleep. The fields and streams called to me. I dreamed of fish and candy and the perfect girl. I smelled love and tasted simplicity. I pray someday, my window grows
the pressure's getting heavier i need to figure myself out fast i don't have any time for fun i need to focus but where's my focus? why's it down the street? i can't do this, i guess i'll wait til it's back. but it never comes back
Too much The search for life's promises Running from what you see as ugly Frozen in daily labor to survive Too much We want more We need more and We deserve it Too much The happy cheer The sad cry And bystanders watch as it all becomes too much
Arbitrary numbers scatter her mind's surface, Operationally stunted she scurried, For no deviation could solve the turmoil vested within, It was hope vested in the cosmos, An escape adorned in constellations, The unwinding of a student.